This hesitant love
Beating in perfect time
With the rumbling fear
Threatening my soul
Finding me in shadow
Pin point, razor sharp
So much like friends
But with an attitude
Born of conscious time
A closeness by default
Shoved into a semblance
Of what we called love
Nothing else being near
But the eyes see through
Pausing to gaze deep
Finding fondness
And nothing more
Cracking this veneer
Like so much glass
Then this hesitant love
Beaten and bruised
Turns its back on us
So we can regain ourselves
And try again.